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you: suck my dick me, an intellectual: inhale my richard

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I've always disliked mr beast just based on his content mill vaguely exploitative vibes so it's been kind of wild learning he also does legitimate crimes and workplace violations. it's like disliking an acquaintance because they're kinda annoying and then finding out they kill people too like damn dude you didn't have to do all that i already hated your ass.

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Stockpile HRT now.

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I know there’s an existing post somewhere, but here’s the list of OBGYNs in the USA and other countries that will perform tubal ligation (aka female sterilization) without arguing with you

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Woah. Some freak named Teya[citation needed] was birthed today.

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241103 dominATE Kaohsiung SC 와우😮

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life is bad but at least i have him

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my favourite genre of gnabnahc photos 🩶

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lee know walking berry via hyunjin’s 🫧

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yet another “they should’ve kept this in the movie” from me

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listen i am knee deep in the honda odyssey at this point with these two idiots

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your local heehoonist (me) is currently biting on the bars of my enclosure

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All That Remains of the Day

Synopsis: movie night with Lixie

Warnings: MDNI established relationship, bf!felix, service top Felix, bottom ftm!reader, soft couch head with stoned bf while watching movies, mentions of weed (use responsibly/with trusted individuals), no proofreading we die like men

While most of your other friends who were in relationships were out enjoying the crisp fall air and general fall vibes, you and your boyfriend Felix were cuddled up under a blanket on the couch watching Corpse Bride. It had been a pretty shitty morning, not only did you wake up late for work but you couldn’t find your chest binder in time, meaning you booked it to your shift at the convenience store in a tight sports bra and an oversized t-shirt layered over a long sleeve. While you probably didn’t look all that different from your usual self, the nagging feeling of dysphoria kept reminding you throughout the day of your not-super-flat chest. It resulted in a slightly sour mood for your entire shift, the constant distraction from your brain causing a few slip ups at work, resulting in an earful from your boss.

The cherry on top truly was missing your bus home and almost getting hit by a cyclist who didn’t understand the concept of a bike lane, instead choosing to speed down the sidewalk and nearly crashing into you. Luckily the universe decided to show you some mercy and the next bus came on time, even if you still had to walk back to your apartment in the dark.

The cyclist might’ve narrowly missed you but your boyfriend didn’t, practically throwing his body into you the second you open the front door and koala hugging your figure. His arms pulled you into his chest, essentially engulfing you with his upper body before closing the front door behind you. “Y/n you’re cold, come on!” Felix whined in between pecks to your forehead.

There’s a brief moment where he pulls back to peel off your backpack and jacket, turning to hang them up while you toe off your sneakers. A second barely passes before he’s wrapped you back up into his chest again, guiding you into your living room and pushing your frame down to sit on the couch. “I’m gonna go get you some pjs, you sit here and pick a movie”, he ends with a kiss to your cheek before taking off in the direction of your shared bedroom.

You spend a few moments scrolling before ending on Corpse Bride, spending a few seconds selecting the film and pressing start. Felix is back just as the movie finishes loading, handing you a pair of sweatpants and a random T-shirt. While you’re changing out of your — probably horrific smelling — work clothes, Felix brings out a rectangular tray and starts rolling a joint he intends to share. You take a few steps to throw your work clothes into the laundry hamper (pls omg be clean don’t leave ur shit on the floor bro), then hurriedly flopping back onto the couch. Felix hands you his joint and a lighter, “You have the honors.”

You take the newly rolled joint between your lips, lighting the end and taking a deep inhale. As the smoke leaves your mouth when you exhale, you can feel the worries escape with it. It certainly helps that Felix is soothingly running his hand along your back, plucking the joint from your fingers while encouraging you to tell him the shitty details of your day. You pass the joint between each other as the opening sequence starts playing, Felix calmly listening and even massaging any knots in your shoulders he comes across. Your voice echoes over the film as you spill out all the frustrations of that day, trying to get your eyes to stop welling up but the weed in your system making it harder to hide any emotion, getting high with Felix meant wearing your emotions on your sleeves. The joint is long gone and the movie is a quarter way through when you finish recounting your day, fully leaning your upper half onto your boyfriend’s frame with his arms wrapped around you.

“I’m sorry my love,” Felix pecks your forehead before lifting your chin to make eye contact, “can I do anything else for you.”

You nod your head in a sideways motion before whispering, “being with you is making my day less shitty already.”

You hear his giggle before he’s pulling you in for a kiss, disregarding the movie and softly pushing you back to lay flat on the couch. He’s holding you so tenderly, pouring his love into the kiss. The fogginess in your head lets you forget the day’s events easier and focus solely on your boyfriend whose hands are traveling down to the waistband of your sweats. “Let me do more for you angel”

Being high with Felix usually meant his horniness became more apparent, his hands were always on your body and his lips were always placing kisses on you. You whimper when you feel him tug down your sweats and start to feel up on your core, earning a chuckle from him while he pulls your boxers down. You feel his hands traveling to grip the underside of your thighs, the band on his pinky reminding you of the promise ring you got him and then never took off. You can feel the cold metal on your thighs as he pulls them apart to slot his head in between.

He hears your gasps and hums out, “let all your worries leave that pretty head of yours okay” before licking a stripe up your core. He pulls your swollen tdick into his mouth and starts running circles over it with his tongue, letting out a muffled groan when your hands fly down to grip his hair and pull him closer. It’s embarrassing how quickly you start to approach your orgasm, you partly blame the weed for making your body so sensitive but you mostly blame Felix for learning how to please you in every possible way. It’s insane how quickly he learned your body, how to make you twitch and squirm or cry out in pleasure. He’s switching between licking and sucking your nerve when you feel his index finger start to prod at your entrance, slowly slipping in and curling up towards your stomach.

Your body erupts in goosebumps when his finger grazes a certain spot, you can almost feel his grin when he feels the bumps start to pebble your skin. He’s moaning into your tdick, his eyelids opening to meet your gaze and you can see the devilish joy he takes in making you fall apart on his mouth and fingers. He adds in a second finger as he releases your clit with an obscenely loud ‘pop’ before flicking it back and forth with his tongue, he’s absorbed in your facial expressions and sounds.

He can feel you getting close to your release, his fingers curling into you faster as he takes your clit back in his mouth. The added stimulation of his mouth back on you is what sends you over the edge, cumming over his fingers and tightening your grip on his hair. “Such a pretty boy,” he hums out while taking long licks of your release, “my handsome man.”

You’re panting harder than when you ran to catch the bus earlier in the day, your orgasm ripping through your body and leaving your knees feeling like jello. Felix meets you in a soft kiss, you can taste yourself on his tongue but you’re too fucked out to really care. The familiar sound of the end credits starts to play through your living room, catching both of you off guard since it meant you both completely forgot about the movie playing on the screen.

You’re both giggling as you tighten your hold on Felix, your boyfriend lowering himself to rest on top of you and nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck. You both fall asleep in that position, you carding your fingers through his hair and mumbling praises into his ear.

A/N: can’t sleep here’s some filth because my dorm mates can’t let me sleep :)))) I’m not internally screamcrying I swear -V

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Daily affirmations for tesla owners: your car is ugly as hell and everyone hates you

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my first attempt at woodburning I would like to thank dril for the inspiration

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T shirt that says: I WILL NOT WATCH THE SHORT FORM VIDEOS YOU SEND ME